'Death be not proud,
Though somehave called thee mighty and dreadful
Thou Art Not So''
Loosing the war I'm feining to win
Though I never tried to to strive deep from within.
Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for,
But I'd swear this ********' s**t is rotten to the core.
The portal has been past and it's time to make a turn,
To follow the reaper until the point of no return.
When your blindly death-raying blade
sweeps the griefs and fears away.
I cross my heart and hope to die thy freedom will be mine.
Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions.
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-reliefing potion.
But after all, that got boring too,
So no matter what happens, I couldn't give a damn or two.
The portal has been past 'til the point of no return.
No more lines to cross, no bridges to burn.
Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away.
I'd never go back to cross that line.
I cross my heart and hope to die
'I was only 21 when I died'
